
This time my heart has a hard time forgiving Rama. He was rude to me twice. Gradually my love diminished to him, for he was not as I expected, far from Rama whom I was proud of my parents and my friends. However, I didn't have the guts to tell everyone I experienced to the people closest to me. Especially to my four parents, I was ashamed, because from the beginning they had opposed our relationship, and I had promised to prove that my choice was the best. But it turns out I was wrong.
Rama came to me, who was sitting there helping his mother cut vegetables. With my face fixed, I pretended not to see it, I stayed focused on the vegetables I cut. The rest of his slap last night still stuck in my face, my eyes still not gone.
"Honey, forgive me" said Rama lirih.
I chose to pretend I didn't hear it and didn't look at it.
"Darling, I know you're angry, you're hurt, but I do all that because I'm jealous, I don't want to lose you, I'm sorry" she continued
I flinch, still not looking at him.
"After you hit him, your mouth will say sorry for the caliphate! Where's your brain Rama!" my mother-in-law told Rama.
Rama looked at his mother for a moment. I keep flinching. Reluctant to speak.
"Honey.." continued Rama while trying to grab my hand.
I clapped his hands, and I left him with his mother. I heard my father-in-law say to his son.
"How often have you hit him? He was raised well by his parents, now as you please beat him, without any fault, do not you like your father Rama", my in-laws told him.
I went into my room to watch TV.
"La, I'm sorry. You may be angry, but do not let me go", Rama went into the room and persuaded me back.
I looked at his face. My heart is now beginning to change, there is a bit of hate in my heart when I see it.
"Sorry for what Ma?" tanyaku.
"For what I did last night, I'm a khilaf"
"Once, maybe it's khilaf, it's the second time you've slapped me, for something I didn't do"
"I'm sorry baby, I promise, I won't repeat what I did, pity our baby" Rama said, stroking my stomach.
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The dining table looked quiet, even though we were having dinner together. No stories, no jokes. My parents just looked at each other.
"Households with jealousy are natural, because that's a sign that the couple has a sense of care and affection" said my in-laws break the silence.
As I said, "What's with Mom's punch, to show that feeling?"
"The house with violence, will destroy" answered my father-in-law and looked at Rama.
"You remember Rama why you weren't raised by a father? It's women and violence why all this" my in-laws continued in a hoarse tone withstanding tears.
We just fell silent, I don't know what to behave like, I saw my in-laws holding back the tear from falling down her cheeks.
"The guy always beat me to vent his emotions. She cheated. I couldn't bear to hold everything back, until I finally gave up. I chose to raise you myself. I wish more on you, so that someday you can be the man I want to be, not like him. Butwhat? You did the same thing to your wife! I don't want your wife to feel what I feel Rama" my in-laws' cries broke at the dinner table.
I just bowed down, in my heart I felt how much my in-laws loved me. Rama soon approached his mother and apologized, promising not to repeat what he had done.
"I promise Mom, this is the last time I hit Arla. I'm sorry ma'am, I'm sorry", her hug was at her mother's feet.
My in-laws refused to touch Rama.
"In order for you to apologize to me Rama, apologize to your wife, she was willing to leave the happiness of her parents to live with you who had nothing, but as good as your heart hit her"
My in-laws stood up and left Rama. I remained silent in my chair, just looking at the two children. Rama followed his mother to the guest room.
"As long as you can't forgive your wife, you can't apologize to me either" she said, closing the door to her room.
Rama remained silent. I just passed by in front of him walking towards my room.
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